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Anybody read any good books? I'm working on this,i guess it would young adult series "among the __" like "among the free" and "among the hidden" i just picked it up on a shelf at the library and it…Continue

So i have been chargin my hair for like 2 years, but recently i have had trouble with my first spike. It flops over, if i do want it to stay up i have to put glue in my hair. I use Rave X4, my hairs…Continue

What do you use to dye your hair so neon?
And how long does that stuff usually stay bright?
I'm looking for what to use when I get my mohawk.
I currently use manic panic but I think it'll fade pretty fast once I get a 'hawk because thea hair glue/cements all take semi-premanent dye out really fast.

hey i see you like bordello, i love em, trully, but i wont go into all teh sick details of what i'd do if gogol bordello as a whole was a woman
i also noticed you said you found em while listening to old gypsy bands, i'd really really appreciate some names, i love gypo music, klezmer, romani, fuckin bosso i dinna care, i like teh guitar/accordian mixes, i also like teh fiddle/violin stuff, but specifically guitar

A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town.
They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed.
So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored
and went to watch TV, but she couldn’t watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents did*’t want children watching
too much garbage).
So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent’s room. Of course, the parents said it was okay,
but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up the David Bowie statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth,
at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the
babysitter at the time said, “Take the children and get out of the house… we will call the police. We do not have a David Bowie statue.”
All of a sudden an electric guitar cut through the air. “KEEP YOUR ‘LECTRIC EYES ON ME BABE!” howled a voice from outside.
The babysitter dropped the phone and ran to the window. “David ******* Bowie!” she screamed, watching the statue as it came to life,
shredding chords on its electric guitar. “Put your ray gun to my heeeeeead!” The babysitter ran the children outside where they watched an
impromptu Bowie concert that was so awesome that afterwards the children had sweet dreams forever more and the babysitter was given a bonus
for her efforts.